Page 12 of Spicing It Up

“Then I think you should turn around and show me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She made no move to turn.

“Well… Go on.” He spun a circle with his finger. “Now.”

She had no choice, her time was up. She swallowed—her mouth still tasting of him—and slowly moved to face the dining room door. Her focus settled on a picture they’d brought back from France of the Eiffel Tower.

He was silent.

Oh, what was there? What did his silence mean?

Her stomach did a little flip and her nipples ached. Whatever happened the ginger was coming…soon.

“Well, well, well,” he said, “aren’t you the good girl.”

“I try, Sir.”

“Not a mark on it. You must have worked really hard to hold all that girl cum in.”

“Yes, Sir, to please you, Sir.”

“Maybe I wanted to see your pleasure staining your dress.”?He was behind her. Close enough for her to feel his breath on her shoulder.

He rested his hand on her waist and slid it down to her buttocks.

Cassandra’s vision blurred a little, the Eiffel Tower swayed. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know.”

“I wanted to see this…” He pushed the material of her dress into the crack of her buttocks.

“Oh…”?“I wanted to see the evidence of the orgasm I gave you between courses all over your dress.”

“Sir, I…” She swayed as he shoved the material of the dress deeper, right between her legs.

He wrapped his hand around her waist, held her still.?There was no way the dress wouldn’t be marked now. He’d rubbed it all over her damp lips.

“Sir,” she gasped.

He pulled the skirt part straight, so that it hung neatly again. “Ah, yes, that’s more like it.”

Cassandra juddered in a breath.

“Much better.” He kissed the curve of her neck. “Now you look like a woman who is ready to have her evening spiced up.”

Chapter Four

“Yes, Sir.” Oh, it was time for the ginger. Cassandra was half excited, half full of trepidation.

Would she be able to handle it?

“You clear the table,” Sir said. “And I’ll load the dishwasher.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Leave the tablecloth on, though.”

“Yes, Sir. Anything else, Sir?”

“Yes, when the table is clear I want you bent over it, at the far end, with your ass ready for me.”

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